AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Yeah, it is.” Dash nodded with a grin, his eyes falling to Tristan and me.
“Seriously?” Casper asked. “You two say that to him while you’re fucking?”
I turned to Casper. “If you knew a single word or phrase would get your men hot, wouldn’t you use it?”
“When you say it like that…”
“I thought so. And, Dash?”
“Yes, angel?”
“Stop referring to yourself like that. We don’t need you getting hard in front of everyone.”
“Only if you two promise to say it to me later while you pull my hair.”
“We do,” Tristan said.
“Jesus.” Slater shook his head. “Do we have to discuss this? There are many, many things I don’t need to know about my brother.”
“Awww, Slay, you can tell us what you like said to you in bed,” I teased.
This group, this extended family I was part of, they accepted me and didn’t judge. They were there for me, all of them. I couldn’t repay the love and kindness they’d given me, but I could be there for them, even if it was joking around. And I loved this sense of freedom. The feeling of knowing no matter what I said or did, or if I panicked, they were solid in their support of me.
Slater tried not to smile but failed. “Not going to happen. Some things are better left in private, like my brother’s trigger words to get off.”
Dash laughed and playfully shoved his brother.
We were handed our room keys by one of the assistants, and we grabbed our bags so we could spend a night in a room that didn’t move. We had time to waste before the band had to be at the arena. While others wanted to explore the city, Dash, Tristan, and I headed to our room to relax. Depending on where we were, sometimes we did go out and take in the sights but most of the time, we wanted to keep things quiet with just us.
Our room was spacious with a wall of windows overlooking the city. It was beautiful but didn’t compare to the view I got every night of Dash and Tristan in bed.
I felt Dash come up behind me, his hands going to my hips. “How do you feel about putting your hands on the window, angel, and letting Tris and me bathe you with our tongues?”
“I wouldn’t object.” I would moan and curse and call out their names when I came. I still liked to be the one doing the fucking, but I loved when they put their fingers and tongues in me. No one could love me better than they did.
My palms met the glass as my jeans and boxer briefs were drawn down my body.
Words didn’t need to be spoken. Love could be expressed in other ways. With touches, kisses, licks, and bites. With the way they loved every inch of me.
The journals back home reminded me of the times when I felt alone, like I’d never find a guy who would accept me for who I was. I still had moments of panic, thanks to a variety of triggers, but one of them had disappeared. No longer did I feel unworthy. No longer did I wait for them to leave me. There was no fear of when it would all end. We were in this for the long haul, and I couldn’t wait to see what our future held.
